In the hustle and bustle of the morning, time lost track of us and we found ourselves racing to the bus stop, wondering if we'd already missed it again. But we didn't (hallelujah!) and we were even a whole minute early. I slapped a kiss on Mae's cheek as she hopped out of the Jeep. I turned to tell Kyler that I love him and that's when I noticed that he had horrific bed head, but only on the left side. I told him of this new discovery and fully expected him to lick his hand and slick down his hair. Instead, he rubbed the right side of his head against the back seat, much like a bear scratching its back against a tree. With wild tufts of hair sticking out over his entire head now, he asked, "Is that better?" I told him that if by 'better' he meant that the 'crazy' was distributed evenly throughout, then yes, it's 'better'. He said, "Okay, good." And away he went.
There goes my son, unafraid of any single thing in this entire world, not limited to, but including bullies. It's as if, sometimes, he does stuff just to see if anybody will make fun of him. But they don't. In lieu of all of the recent bullying that has gone public in this world, Kyler might just be onto something. Dare them to tease you and it causes Bully Overload (aka: shortness of breath and dizziness), rendering said bully speechless. Though Kyler does possess that one key factor that no bully can ever break through: he really, really, and I really mean REALLY doesn't care what people think.
If ever I choose to grow up, I want to be just like my son.
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